There is an odd comfort in accepting the loop. Once you stop demanding that each ending teach you something, the next beginning gets easier to walk into. You carry the same hopes and the same blind spots forward, a little more amused by them each time around.
It is less resignation than a kind of grace. You have stopped expecting the pattern to break and started finding the funny side of it, which is, as it happens, the only real freedom on offer down here.
The music keeps walking, wry and weary and somehow still moving. A steady, unhurried gait, a groove that has seen it all before and puts one foot in front of the other anyway, faintly amused.
Here the arc shrugs and starts the cycle again. Play it when the joke of it has finally become bearable, even a little companionable.